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Second Interview
Today I turned down a job.
Well, not a job really, but more like a second interview. I already had one, but this second one just didn’t seem right. The place didn’t seem right, and I didn’t think it would be a smart move. It _would_ have been a smart money move, but I just couldn’t do it. Yet. I know there will be a time to make a job change, but I’m attached to OMSI. I like OMSI, and the people here.
I think my boss may have caught wind of my situation. I had told the two people in the museum that she works closests with, both of which (upon reflection) would have been likely to not *tell* her, but certainly would have found it within reason to drop a few hints.
I didn’t mean it to work that way, but I guess I was being a bit dense, thinking that I’m immune to the telephone games and other people’s communication. Sometimes I forget that people actually talk about me. It’s strange to think about that.
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